Aftertaste [COMPLETED]

Chapter 11 :: Where In WWII Is Waldo (Part II)

BERLIN'S P.O.V.

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LOGAN HAULED HIMSELF to his feet. "Alright then, I may as well."

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"I told you that he would," I said with a deadpan expression. Ignoring me as if he hadn't heard me, Logan eagerly snatched the suit from Rory's arms. He kissed the thin, clear plastic bag that was put over it for protection and began to jump up and down like a child on Christmas day.

"My dad isn't gonna kill me! This is such a relief. Rory, how could I ever repay you?"

Without hesitation, as if he was expecting to be asked, Rory said, "Buy me dinner." Logan wrinkled his brow in confusion. "Okay?"

Rory crossed his arms as he began to lay down ground rules. "I mean it. I want you to take me to a nice restaurant and we will have dinner, and you will enjoy it."

"Wait, wait." Logan waved his hands in front of him and shook his head. "Listen man, we're good friends and all, but we're not dating. Don't you think dinner is a bit...much? Wouldn't you prefer lunch or something?"

Rory shook his head matter of factly. "You found a way to humiliate me," - he was referring to the slap bet - "now it's my turn."

I could see a pout forming on Logan's lips. "But...but," he began to go into a pre-tantrum fidget, "C'mon, man. Be cool."

"Alright, alright." Rory held up a hand. "Since I'm so merciful," he began to quote Logan in an ironic manner, "I'll let you buy me lunch when we get back from Vegas." Logan breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you." Rory grinned deviously, he knew he had won this round.

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"I'm genuinely bored out of my fricken mind. I thought this was gonna be fun."

"Yeah, well, clearly none of us knew that we were gonna be on lockdown until tomorrow morning."

We landed at the Las Vegas airport at eight thirty that night, Nevada time. By the time we'd made it through customs and baggage claim - which was hell, lemme tell you - it was nearly eleven o' clock. And nearly midnight by the time we reached the hotel. We were all still stuck on London time, so it was nearly impossible for any of us to get to sleep.

Logan was dangling upside down on one of the beds, his hands playing a monotonous rhythm on his stomach. "Well we may as well try and get some sleep," Rory said through a yawn from the bed on the opposite end of the room. He crawled to the head of the bed and got underneath the covers.

"Wait wait," I stood from where I had been sitting cross legged on the floor. "Why do you get the bed all to yourself?" He raised an eyebrow at me, "Why not?.."

I found myself grow rapidly frustrated at this seemingly stupid question. Wasn't the answer obvious?

"Well, shouldn't I get the bed to myself since I'm the only girl?"

Rory scoffed, nuzzling himself between the sheets. "Berlin, you're bonkers if you think that I'm sharing a bed with, him." He gestured to Logan as if he were a leper. A frown was Logan's only response.

"If you want you can sleep with me," Rory said. Then, under his breath he said, "You'll probably have a less likely chance of being groped beneath the sheets."